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89. death, sex, & skirts: horizontal with the co-hosts of skirt club (1 of 2)

in episodes on 09/08/19

l-r: Shelby, Genevieve, & the ladies of Skirt Club. Photographed by Lena Di.


89. death, sex, & skirts: horizontal with the co-hosts of skirt club (1 of 2)

Season 3 mostly consists of threesomes, and in this episode I lie down with the founder – as well as the New York City host – of Skirt Club, a private women’s club for the curious kind.  Skirt Club is also the name of their sex party, an event designed exclusively for women to explore their bicuriosity.

Shelby:  I think that in Western society, we don’t talk about death much; we’re really bad at it, and then it comes, and we all act really shocked, and you’re like, “This was fuckin’ comin’. Everyone dies. And I actually think it’s really beneficial to — open that conversation earlier. There are a lot of other cultures where, death is just a part of— the circle of life and, they’re less scared to talk about it. I think in America— and in like Britain for sure, too, it’s just like, that’s, we just don’t talk. About it at all.

Lila:  Yeah. My grandma died around 15 years ago I think, and when I saw her in the casket, I thought: Oh that’s not her anymore. And then I had this really visceral sense of, Oh, the thing that animates… is no longer there. So there is, there is a division, between this, like what is the body and the vehicle, and then, the other stuff. The stuff that makes the person go. And that stuff is no longer there now. I think it allowed me to ….. so the word that comes is “accept” but I don’t think that that’s the word that I want. It maybe was just: recognize… that it was true. And, whatever made my grandmother a person, was not there now, now there was just a body. Also, when um, whatever chemicals they have to put inside the person to preserve them, enough for you to be able to look at them— 

Genevieve:  Yeah, formaldehyde’s smelly.

Lila:  — and not smell them. Or, er, not smell the other things that you would smell if they didn’t have that, make them look very, like wax.

Shelby:  They’re very hard.

*

Lila:  I try to practice death awareness — but I think actually, most of the time, I act like I and the people I know are immortal. Really, in practice. You know like, not telling my people that I love them when we part. Not feeling like that’s necessary, you know. Because I assume that we have another time. To see each other. But that is not promised; that is not guaranteed, and we don’t know. And so I, would love to … would love to carry that. I’d love to carry that in such a way that has me loving the people around me… more.

*

Lila:  Most people need ritual, in order to: make sense. You know, not just give up. Not just be like Well what the— I mean fuck! We’re all fucked! To not go into total nihilism.

*

Genevieve:  Brits: They find everything awkward, generally. So, maybe our banter and humor comes from, finding a way to talk about subjects without actually talking about them. We’ve mastered that technique.

Shelby:  I think I really appreciate British sense of humor; I like a lot of British media, because they do joke about things that are really dark, and I’m like, Listen, whatever your avenue in, that’s cool, and this is funny.

Lila:  And we like to laugh.

Genevieve:  It’s quite a different sense of humor, but um, that is the way we almost talk to one another.

[…]

Lila:  Do you think, if everything is so awkward for Brits, there’s actually a great tolerance for awkwardness? A higher tolerance?

Genevieve:  I think we revel in it. We just revel in the awkwardness of everything.

*

Shelby:  I think the internet provides a safe haven for a lot of adolescents who feel like they don’t have an acceptable community in their real life. I know tons of people who like, made internet friends, and suddenly felt like they had someone around the world who was an anchor for them, who provided them with some semblance of similarity. […] I have a lot of friends who are queer, who are trans, who didn’t have that at home, and I think that— I think that we tend to discount internet relationships as not real, and I actually think that the internet can be a really phenomenal tool of connection if it is used that way.

Lila:  I definitely don’t discount that, particularly for people in, let’s say, not in cities, who are in need of community, and people who have the preferences that they have, or look more like them, and are able to then reach out globally— nationally and globally. I think that is, that is quite incredible.

Shelby:  That’s certainly also how people fall into like, bad communities, but, you know.

Lila:  Tools.

*

Lila:  Do you want to be a Mom?

Shelby:  No. 

Lila:  Interesting. I really see you very um—

Shelby:  I love kids.

Lila:  — militaristically raising your children. (giggles)

Shelby:  (overlapping) I spend a lot of time with kids, but I don’t want my own.

Lila:  I don’t want kids either.

Genevieve:  Neither do I.

Lila:  No?

Genevieve:  No. Never did.

Lila:  Me neither! I’m very refreshed whenever I hear women in my cohort saying that, you know, because there’s so much: Are you sure? May— you just haven’t met the right man yet. It’ll probably change. You know, oh, your biological clock isn’t ticking yet. I’m like, I’m thirty-six. And I have never felt— never looked at a child, not once, and thought, “Oh I wish that child were mine.” Never, eeeever. And I know that people who are in my life who really want children, they started thinking that when they were children. They really, really want that.

Lila:  Have you had to defend that choice at all?

Genevieve:  To my mother, yes, but nobody else. I think people know not to argue with me, generally.

Lila:  Why is that?

Genevieve:  ‘Cause I’ve always just done what I wanted to do. I’m not too— maybe I have had to defend myself, but I just don’t recall because it hasn’t been important; I’ve generally ignored people who try to tell me what I am, when only I know best about that.

*

Lila:  I think a lot of people are concerned, if they have… a little burning romantic flame for a friend, that they will lose the friendship if they even speak it. 

Shelby:  Ooo, so true.

Lila:  So how did you, how did you navigate coming into that first, we’re gonna get together but now it’s gonna be something different; now it’s gonna be a date.

Genevieve:  So in a very typical British way, we got drunk, had sex, then pretended it didn’t happen. (everyone laughs) And then we could just pretend that we were still friends and it was nothing else. […] Until the next time we got drunk, of course, and then it happened again. […]

Lila:  How many drinks did it take for you to be like, alright, let’s do this!

Genevieve:  (immediately) Five.

[…]

Lila:  So you get drunk. You have sex. You pretend it didn’t happen. You British again. You get drunk. (everyone laughs) You have sex. (overlapping) You pretend it doesn’t happen.

Shelby:  (overlapping) You make it a verb. You British.

Lila:  Yeah, you British again. And then what?

Genevieve:  And then you find the perfect excuse to get married, like: he’s moved abroad, so now we have to. (everybody laughs) […]

Lila:  Wait a minute. We’re talking two nights and marriage? Come on, what’s the, what’s the in-between?

Genevieve:  Actually, you know what, it’s probably more like, six nights and marriage.

Lila:  Wwwoww.

Genevieve:  Yeah, we jumped pretty quick— 

Shelby:  But 15 years of friendship. 

Lila:  Yes, of course you have a—

Shelby:  So like knowing each other really well.

Genevieve:  Right. But the intercourse happened maybe only six times before… the actual nuptials.

Shelby:  (underlapping) Yeah, that’s crazy.

Lila:  (overlapping)  And were you solid that you were like: This is good enough sex to marry.

Genevieve:  It was the best I’d ever had.

Lila:  Oh my God. I have such envy.

*

Lila:  There is a very low tolerance — and even a real derision… thrown at— people who are bicurious… by folks who are certain.



Season 3 mostly consists of threesomes, and in this episode I lie down with the founder — as well as the New York City host — of Skirt Club, a private women’s club for the curious kind.

This is Genevieve.

Skirt Club is also the name of their sex party, an event designed exclusively for women to explore their bicuriosity. Many of these women are primarily in romantic and sexual relationships with men. Just as I was, when I attended the Rocker Chic-themed edition of Skirt Club a couple of months ago in a mansion-like loft in New York’s Financial District.

If your bunny ears perked immediately, darling, you can apply to be a member at skirtclub.co.uk

Genevieve LeJeune created the Skirt Club enterprise (they currently have parties all over Europe and the U.S.) to give women a space to explore their sexuality, without men present.

She felt her bisexuality was being exploited for her boyfriend’s amusement, and wanted a space away from the male gaze, curated specifically for female empowerment, freedom, and sensual exploration. She couldn’t find it anywhere. So she built it.

She is a fiercely independent businesswoman and adventurer, a world-traveler, a stigma-challenging, femme-presenting, entrepreneur of the unconventional. And she is also very, very beautiful.

Shelby Nicole is Genevieve’s friend (Genevieve said that she doesn’t work with anyone she wouldn’t want to be friends with, so she is living the maxim “do what you love with people you like”).

And this is Shelby.

Shelby is also Skirt Club’s New York City Event Manager and hostess. She greeted me with lingerie and a smile when I arrived in my sequins and leather.

Shelby is a creative of many kinds, an actor, a filmmaker, a writer, a model. She can be found in her sex kitten form, resplendent in lingerie on her Instagram @reclusemuse — but you’ll have to request to follow her, because she is Private.

Shelby is a challenging person, as in, she challenges every idea. You may find this conversation to be less vulnerable than my usual episodes, perhaps because I had just come from a funeral, but maybe also because I felt, in a way, a bit on guard.

This was interesting.

I usually curate conditions for myself to record under which I don’t feel defensive in any way. I don’t usually get horizontal with people I feel the need to verbally parry with — it makes it harder for me to share with you my special self, my soft underbelly. I did my best here, and I was honest about feeling challenged, which is ultimately the the powerful thing I ask of myself.

So in this episode you’ll see what happens when I feel the need to justify and defend my words — I get louder, I talk over them, and I do not cry.

Generally these days I try to live by Brene Brown’s mantra: “Don’t shrink, don’t puff up, just stand your sacred ground.”

But. I think I puffed up here.

“Before the recording, the funeral.” The Bathroom Portraits. Volna Restaurant, Coney Island. Brooklyn, New York. June 2019


Still, in this episode we talk about:

  • Max’s death and the funeral
  • magical thinking
  • how Genevieve was taught nothing about sex growing up
  • and Shelby learned through books left on her bed
  • we talked about Shelby’s matter-of-fact-ness and my reaction to it
  • British humor, awkwardness, and media (& sex!)
  • the internet as a safe haven
  • Shelby’s first period
  • how none of us want children (and how refreshing that is for me!)
  • the story of how Genevieve married a man when she never wanted to marry anyone
  • having very little sex, personally, in a life that’s full of it
  • marital bed death & re-sensitization
  • the 4pm masturbation break
  • a brief history of Shelby’s search for orgasm
  • my deep envious crushes on girls
  • the kind of women we’re attracted to
  • distinguishing bisexual & pansexual
  • recognizing if we are bisexual and/or biromantic
  • and how Genevieve’s ex was repulsed by her interest in women.

In next week’s episode, which is available exclusively to patrons of the horizontal arts, we discuss first sexual experiences with women, my desire to voyeur at their Skirt Club party, and, to complete the trifecta of taboo topics, we also talk about: money. To listen to that episode, and for access to The Full Horizontal, which includes all the part twos of every conversation, become a $7+/month patron.

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Until next time: May you have someone to love, something to do, and something to look forward to. In 3 days, I fly down to Orlando to attend my first podcast conference, so that is what I’m looking forward to!

And now, come lie down with us in the Financial District of New York, New York.

horizontal with Genevieve & Shelby in the Financial District. New York, NY


Links to Things:

The sexy Skirt Club website

Skirt Club’s upcoming events

Skirt Club’s sexy Instagram

Hellooooo Ladies of Skirt Club. Capture by Lena Di.


Shelby’s sexy Instagram, @reclusemuse

The Atlantic article about why kids are having less sex these days

The book Reclaiming Conversation, from which I learned that many children are not learning empathy by 8, the age that it is developmentally expected

Forever, by Judy Bloom, the book that first introduced 14 year-old Genevieve to the concept of sex

Dr. Holly Richmond, the guest speaker at the Skirt Club I attended, who spoke about how to undo a dependence on vibrators for orgasm

89. death, sex, & skirts: horizontal with the co-hosts of skirt club (1 of 2)

Season 3 mostly consists of threesomes, and in this episode I lie down with the founder – as well as the New York City host – of Skirt Club, a private women’s club for the curious kind.  Skirt Club is also the name of their sex party, an event designed exclusively for women to explore their bicuriosity.

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See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept?

I’ve started to make that same face. I wake from a dream or a doze to find that I’m frowning. I touch my lips to make it stop. After a few moments, I discover that they are making the frown shape again. I can’t make it stop because I’m sleeping when I do it. I’ve started doing it when I’m not sleeping too. When I’m awake, I think it’s a cross between a grimace and a frown. A frimace? (I mean, it can’t be a grown. Or can it?)

I don’t really have that much to frown about anymore, except, I suppose, for the onslaught of fresh horrors perpetrated by the country I live in on the daily, the greed of the few and desperation of the many, the natural disasters that are frequenter and hotter and wetter and gnarlier as the earth continues its job of beginning to shake us off its back… yeah I guess there’s not much to frown about, really. 

I took Mom to FloridaRAMA because she had been complaining for months that she didn’t do anything anymore. She mentioned concerts, plays, ballets. But by the time the sun went down, she would be sundowning and wouldn’t want to go anywhere anyway. So that afternoon I decided to pick her up and take her on an outing — which was always a pain in the ass, and especially a pain in the ass to do solo. It involved going to her room and making sure she was dressed, convincing her to get dressed if she wasn’t, which was a laborious process, insisting that we needed to take the wheelchair which of course we did because she was falling all the time and brachiating (holding onto walls and less sturdy things like chairs, tables — at least, some nurse told me that this is what it’s called but the internet seems to only relate it to apes swinging from their arms to get from place to place) […]

Continued on horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com (the link is in my bio)
In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Da In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Dad’s cold rainy rural upstate funeral looking like a sad British clown / Nowhere, NY / April 12th, 2025

Right after my father died, there were Anthonys and Tonys everywhere. 

Suddenly everyone was called Tony and everybody else was talking about their Dad or playing songs about death. 

* Passing a girl on the street talking to her friend, and the only words you catch are “My dad had…” 
* Walking into your favorite gluten-free café, and they’re playing the Flaming Lips song “Do You Realize?”

Do you realize / that everyone you know / someday / will die?

* Realizing that the second title for Billy Joel’s song “Movin’ Out” is “Anthony’s Song.” I never truly registered this until I was trying to write one morning in a blessed cacao shop (yes, for real) and I paused to listen to the opener:

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday

* Ordering fries from the surfer guy at the beach shack on my pilgrimage to the ocean, when his co-worker shouts, “Hey Anthony!”

If you put this stuff in your feature film script, your screenwriting teacher would tell you it’s too pat, too predictable, “don’t put a hat on a hat.” (The Writer!)

It’s like that old quarters experiment on attention… you start looking for quarters on the ground, and suddenly, you see them everywhere.

The drugstores full of Father’s Day crap. Marketing emails about “Dads and grads.” Only one company sent an email that said, Hey, we know that Father’s Day time is tough for some people, so click this to opt out of all Father’s Day related emails.

Click. CLICK!

I wish I could click that link for the universe. No father stuff, please. No Dad shit. But there were quarters everywhere, of course, because the back of my mind was attuned to all things Dad.

{You can read the rest of the essay on Substack. Link in my bio, bb.}
Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much 1. S Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much

1. Straight out of a fitting for “The Deuce”?

2. Free Friday at @whitneymuseum 

3. Basquiat makes me feel like home

4. Madison Square Park photo op (irresistible)

5. Candid

6. Got to see the lovely @josescaro & @benbecherny ply their craft at @bricktheater 

7. Charming marquee!

8. Closing night vibes (not pictured: the succulent plant I brought in lieu of flowersof)

9. Chuck Close in the subway!

10. More subway Chuck Close!

11. Man Ray retrospective at the Met

12. Love a good silhouette

13. A rare VERTICAL bathroom portrait in one of the finest bathrooms of them all, at the lovely New Mexican food joint with the rainbow cookies Of My Dreams, @ursula_brooklyn 

14. My man is a photographer too. 🤩

15. Cannot. Resist. Photo Booth.
I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me wh I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me when I’m ... depressed”... and in this essay, I encourage you to write your own version (How to love me when I’m... anxious, How to love me when I’m... burned out, How to love me when I’m... in despair)...

And if you write one, how I would love to read it. (Or even learn about one of the items on your list, here in the comments).

Here’s an excerpt:

 “One of the characteristics of my depression (and most of my other tizzies, such as but not limited to anxiety, severe procrastination, adulting paralysis, etc.) is that while I’m in it I have no idea what — if anything — will help me get out of it.

It’s more like I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OUT SO I’LL JUST HIDE UNDER THE COVERS UNTIL I WANT TO DO SOMETHING AGAIN CALL ME IN 6 MONTHS.

Ergo, therefore, if I’m in a state, and you ask me what I need, or what you can do, I may or may not have the wherewithal to tell you. Emphasis on the not. I may not even have the wherewithal to know.

And if I don’t know, how can I tell you?

I can’tdon’t, then.

If I’m not in a state I probably have plenty of things I could say but that’s when I don’t need the help so badly. (A lá it’s not the worst while you can still say the worst.)

As I mentioned in the subtitle: You don’t come with an operator’s manual. Your model came out of the fleshbox with zero instructions. And since no one possesses your operator’s manual, no matter how much they love you, you are going to be the supreme author, the expert on you, since you’ve been studying you your whole life. Please for the love of Pete & Ashleigh, do your people the great good turn of writing them some instructions. Triage options, if you will. Trust me when I say that they (nearly all of them) need it.

If you write it for them, they will have it when you need it.

This little list could, quite without exaggeration, save your life.”

The link to the whole essay is in my bio. (Join me on Substack darling!)

#substack #substackwriter #depressionandanxiety #communityiseverything
Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl Where we met, Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl 

Where we met, where we re-met ❤️‍🔥

1. An afternoon at @grandcentralbrewhouse with my handsome gentleman in @warbyparker 

2. Bb’s first @nineinchnails concert (okay, technically in Tampa) in @selkie & @viveylife . It was stellar. Trent sounds just like he used to and the projections were gorgeous!

3. Matching denim jumpsuits ( but his is a @onepiece )

4. The finest pizza in all the land (even with my dietary restrictions!) from @noblecrust (OMNOMNOMNOM)

5. He even makes doctor’s appointments fun.

6. I love matching him sooooo muchmuch. 

7. Just us and a zebra, nbd.

8. Theme Park joy

9. At the art show @wadastpete that my gentleman curated for his students. 🪐☄️🛸👽🚀✨
When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. 

Actually, I don’t know when I stopped.

I read myself to sleep in my childhood bedroom, with a flashlight under the covers of a trundle bed (drawers filled to the brim with dress-up clothes) when my mom said it was too late to be awake. I checked out 25 books from the Freeport library at a time, filling the trunk of my parent’s car, and devoured them in weeks, partly from my perch in the flowering dogwood tree in our backyard (were the blooms ivory? or cherry blossom pink?), partly while curled up on an orange-and-yellow-ticked seat cushion I dragged down to the crawlspace in the basement — my “secret hiding spot,” which was neither secret nor hidden and so can only be termed a spot, armed with Oreos and flashlight, and the remainder under the covers before bed.

I suspect I knew more words then than I know now. There are still words like “vehement” that I’m only about 70% sure I know how to pronounce. I learned them in context. I can spell them. I can use them in a sentence! But am I saying them correctly? 

Unsure.

I read myself to sleep in high school, even though I had to get up unconscionably early to get bussed in to my magnet program — Pinellas County Center for the Arts — 35 minutes away from our sad little apartment. Like a magnet, @pcca_gibbs PCCA grabbed young artists from the whole county.

I had a major in high school, which is more usual now, from what I hear, but wasn’t so usual then, and what I majored in was called Performance Theatre (as opposed to Musical Theatre, the love of my life I never thought I was good enough for). 

I really wanted to go to the Fame school in New York — LaGuardia — but when I was 12 my Mom divorced my Dad and forced me to move to Flah-rida. So I went to PCCA instead. (To be honest, she probably wouldn’t have let me commute into the city to go to Fame even if we had stayed on Long Island.) 

Read the whole essay (link to Substack in my bio)!

#booknerdlife #readingforpleasure #readingrainbow
My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! 

We had the opportunity to support my lovely, engaging, and compassionate Happiness Ambassador friend Adam Peters aka @mindmaprenovations as he changed some lives by teaching us how to begin developing a preference for positivity. I’ve seen him give this presentation a few times before, and this was the best one yet — and to the biggest crowd, over 300 human nerds!

I love us.

I consider it my sacred duty to paparazzi my friends when they do marvelous things, as I hope to have done unto me!

P.S. Applied to give a Nerd Nite presentation myself … fingers crossed bb’s! 

1. My gentleman is so handsome. (Also, I got this stellar skirt in excellent condition from my favorite thrift store with a cause @casapinellas !)

2. Toasties supporting Toasties! @dtsptoastmasters members: me, Steve Diasio, Dawn Cecil (two-time Nerd Nite Speaker alumni!), & Rick! (Not pictured here — but later in the carousel) Christian Carrasco.

3. Fit check baybeeee.

4. Caryn, Nerd Nite boss extraordinaire, introducing the evening.

5. Caryn introducing my friend Adam (did I yell “THAT’S MY FRIEND!” at the end? WHY YES I DID.)

6-10. Adam rocking the casbah.

11. Fellow Toastmaster Christian.

12. I love mein mann!

#nerdnite #nerdnitestpete
A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a yea A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a year prior, I think. Time is weird. She reached out both her hands.

“What a beautiful mourner you are,” she said.

I took her hands.

I think I said thank you.

She was referring, I suppose, to the gloves, the dress, the shoes, the lipstick, the earrings. 

But what does it mean, to be a beautiful mourner? 
What does it mean to mourn beautifully? 
To have good grief?

“My dad dropped dead,” I said, to get myself used to the shock of it. 

“My mother is dying,” I said, to reconcile myself to the fact of it. 

I don’t wear mascara anymore, because I cry every day.

People hugged me in airports, at rental car counters, in line for a sandwich. They hugged me in the TSA line. At the chiropractor. The grocery store. My father dropped dead, I told them. My mother is dying. I told them and they hugged me. I was glad I did. I was glad they did.

Sometimes, when people were truly asking, if I had the time, and I had the spoons, I repeated my litany of 2025. So they’d understand: it has been this kind of year. It seems that everyone has this kind of year at some point, or, devastatingly, at several points in a life — a maelstrom, a dervish, a crucible, a nexus, a whammy, a time — an Alexander’s-no-good-very-bad-terrible kind of year. 

There were so many months in February. So many years in April. So many decades in the first half of 2025. I didn’t want to become an adult, but 2024 made me, and 2025 sealed the deal. 

It’s amazing I managed to get this far without growing up.

READ the whole essay on Substack
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#substackwriters #goodgrief
Love in La La Land 1. “So this is where they ke Love in La La Land

1. “So this is where they keep the LIGHT!” -SATC … At our first @lacma member preview, enjoying the majestically empty Geffen galleries before the permanent collections moves in.

2. Urban Light, and me (installation by Chris Burden)

3. A historic view at LACMA, never again to be seen!

4 - 13. Art, mostly part of the Digital Witness exhibit

14. Love at the @gettymuseum 

15. Queer exhibits! 

16. Sunset at the Getty with my love

#museumnerd #lacma #lacmamember #digitalwellness #thegetty #loveinlalaland
For you, when you need it, and for the people in y For you, when you need it, and for the people in your life, when they need it.

Here’s an excerpt from the essay:

[To read the whole thing, follow the link in my bio to my Substack (and subscribe there, darling)!]

My chiropractor called me out a few weeks back. 
He said, with his characteristic smile (he has nice little teeth), “I read your essay.”

“You did? Thank you for reading,” I began, genuinely surprised and moved.

“But I still don’t know what to say!” he admonished. “You only told us what not to say!” 

Then he gave me an enormous cashmere-scented candle in a plastic bag. 

This was not apropos of nothing. I mentioned that scent in the essay. 

That giant cashmere candle, so big it has not one but FOUR wicks, means something. And then he had to go and ruin it. (jk, jk, Dr. Brian!)

“Hang in there,” he said, at the end of our session.

I cringed a liddle. (That’s not a little, not a lot, it’s right in the middle, a liddle.)

But you see, he was completely right! I told him I’d give him a list! I hadn’t given him a list! So I began compiling. Every time someone said a thing that made me wince, it went on the list, which lead to Part 1: What NOT to say when someone dies.

Each time someone said a thing that felt like love, made me farklempt, I took a screenshot, and it went on the list. 

This is the farklempt list.

As I wrote in “what NOT to say,” the useful things people say are fairly varied (and tailored to the griever), while the un-useful things tend to be generic variations on a tired theme.
“what TO say” will be a living document, updated whenever I have something useful, or supremely un-useful, to add. Here we go.
Love in Louisville. 1. Photo credit to my love, Love in Louisville.

1.  Photo credit to my love, Zachary

2.  Selfie with Street Art by the windy, windy river

3.  Horsies! Street Art! (Do you know how much I love murals?!)

4.  Looking like an award-winning art teacher at the art teacher conference (ahem, he is the award-winning art teacher!), wearing a @riskgalleryboutique necklace & big fcking bow!)

5.  A Wizard interlude! What a delight to witness my friend @personisawake absolutely Rock @cm_louisville & inspire a roomful of humans

6.  When your love matches the art. 🖼️ *chef’s kiss*

7 & 8. Major interior design maxi inspo for my ADU reno from @21clouisville by @fallen_fruit 🌺🌷🌸🌻🌼💐🪷

9.  The crayon shirt, bow, and soft rainbow chiclet necklace style brought to you by my inner 6-year old!

#ilovelouisville #wizardry #creativemornings #21clouisville #21c
The video clip of me in the yellow dress and anthr The video clip of me in the yellow dress and anthropology-professor blazer is an excerpt from second iteration of my talk, “The Intimacy Equation,” which I first gave as part of the @bof VOICES conference, outside London in 2021. 

This rendition had a test-drive at my Toastmasters meeting last week. Imperfect, unrehearsed, delivered from bullet points with a slim little notebook in my hand… and yet, I have shared it with my paid subscribers over on Substack (link in bio) because I want to be a person who shares process, not just product.

(This is a bit of a coup for my recovering inner perfectionist, and I have to say, I’m a wee bit proud.)

I kept my fancy equation. 

But now I have a simple one, too. 

#toastmasters #publicspeaking #intimacycoach
More Chiro Office Portraits: 1. NY vibes in the 6 More Chiro Office Portraits:

1. NY vibes in the 6th borough

2. Googly eyes in @selkie 

3. Bossbitch even when she doesn’t get the grant

4. Started practicing yoga again did I tell you?

5. Big mad (but not at that yellow two-piece thrift score from @casapinellas !)

6. Sporty Spice (obsessed with that @tottobrand bag)

7. Grumpy girl, big bow

8. Resort style bb!

9. Sad girl lemonade

10. @selkie ballerina

11. Bridgerton on a no-makeup day (also @selkie )

12. The day I picked up my mother’s ashes (still haven’t opened them)

13. @temperleylondon & mourning
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Funeral ( A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Funeral (excerpt)

It was the night before Craig’s memorial, and I had an audition due. 

It was a feature film audition, due at 11am Pacific / 2pm Eastern. This happened to be squarely during the memorial. I was playing an elementary school teacher, and so when I packed in a whirl for New York, I grabbed my crayon shirt and a giant hair bow and figured surely I’d be able to wangle a human into helping me with my self-tape. New York is my hometown! So many potential wangles! Right?

Two nights prior, out with my friend @kristianndances , no stranger to auditions herself, I had an invitation to her Brooklyn apartment to get’er’done, but, you see, I didn’t have the shirt with me. And friend, if you pack your crayon shirt to audition for Miss Kelly the elementary school teacher then frankly, no other shirt will do.

Since I was staying with another friend, I asked him to help me, but he wasn’t available until the morning. 

The morning of the memorial. 

{ continued on horizontalwithlila.substack.com }
Just out here looking like the Pride Statue of Lib Just out here looking like the Pride Statue of Liberty.

Remember, I promised the good people of @stpetefl that if they gave me another limited edition Pride flag, I would wear it as a dress. @stpetepride 

AND SO I HAVE.

The Pride Market at Grand Central today was full of rainbows and swag and glitter, just the way I like it.

I love us all.

And I look forward to the day when all any of us need, is love. Because we’ve got plenty of that to go around.

#stpetepride #stpetefl
POV: When your friend is one of the great young ja POV: When your friend is one of the great young jazz guitarists, but you haven’t seen him play in a decade (except for that time last month when he accompanied you to sing at your mother’s funeral). What a mensch. What a band!

#natenajar
I’m just gonna leave this here. My fave sign at I’m just gonna leave this here.

My fave sign at @blackcrowcoffeeco 

Apropos of Everything.

#stpetepride 
#transrightsarehumanrights 
#blacklivesmatter 
#notinourname
Excerpt: You can even make a difference through sm Excerpt: You can even make a difference through small acts of resistance, ones that annoy or befuddle the evildoers, like witty and nonsensical emails to awful government agencies, clowns showing up outside imm!gration hearings, giant group dances in front of vile businesses. We can find a thousand little ways to gum up the works. Bonus to you if it makes you laugh. Bonus to everyone if it makes others laugh. The Resistance doesn’t have to be stodgy. 

We, like the Dark Side, can have cookies. 
We, unlike the Dark Side, can have joy.
But we MUST PROTEST in some fashion.

When I protest, I don’t want to do so by:

- Shaming the physical appearance of the evildoer
- Slut-shaming the evildoer
- Shaming their nationality, sexuality, identity, profession
- Talking about what they smell like
- Threatening murder or castration or people’s families

I completely understand why we do this, or at least, I think I understand why we are tempted to do this. We want to bully the bully, thinking that’s the only way he’ll understand. But the truth is that he’s probably not going to understand, whether or not we stoop to the low ground. He’s not going to understand because he is likely a sociopath. 

But we’re not doing it for him. We’re not pr0testing for him. 
We are pr0testing for Ian in Iowa who is a bit messed up and kind of confused and doesn’t really get the impact that this is having on, say, WOMEN, who opens up his news app and sees thousands upon thousands of, let’s just say women, pr0testing with signs, and maybe he goes, hm, why might they be pr0testing when they could be home having pancakes? Why might that be? And maybe Ian gets a little more informed that day about the plight of, hell, let’s say, women, and maybe just maybe he starts to act a wee bit differently, and then the whole butterfly effect thing is possible.

When pr0testing evildoing in its many many oppressive forms, I want to focus on their harmful ACTIONS, and CHOICES. 

I want them to rot for being rotten.

I’m interested in dismantling their ARGUMENTS
Proving false their IDEOLOGIES
Laying bare their HYPOCRISIES
Exploiting their INCONSISTENCIES
Disproving their FALSEHOODS

Cont’d on Substack
I want to share with you something in the famous @ I want to share with you something in the famous @elizabeth_gilbert_writer speech on creativity. It’s one of the most famous @ted talks in the world, and she talks about how ideas come to people. 

The way that I, that ideas come to me, is I will get a line of something and then I will get another line, and then I get nervous because I, if I get a third line, I might be okay, but the fourth line is gonna push the first line completely out. And it’s gone. 

So I have to, I have to get my, to my paper. I have to get to my paper and I have to write it down or, or, or whatever it is, my notes app in my phone, anything. I have to get it down or I’ll lose it. 

She talks about @tomwaits the famoso musician, driving in his car and a bit of melody comes to him. And he goes, “Can’t you see I’m driving? If you wanna exist, go bother somebody else. Go bother Leonard Cohen or somebody.” 

I don’t suggest you talk to your creativity that way, because as Elizabeth Gilbert likes to say, it is like a cat and it doesn’t understand you and your face looks funny when you do that. 

[4 of 5] 

The speech is available in bits here, or in its entirety on my horizontal with lila Substack — link in my bio. Love you. Go make art.
These are a few of my notebooks from over the year These are a few of my notebooks from over the years. Here are a few more. You’re invited to flip through them. These are my (not so private anymore) ideas, thoughts, classes, poems. I have no idea what you’re looking at. I don’t even remember most of what’s in these notebooks. But they’re there, because I captured them.

Anybody have a date in theirs? There should be dates. Can you call it out? 

[people call out dates]

So this is my work! Beginning in 2009 was the, the earliest date. There is so much that comes out of a creative brain, and I know that your brain is not dissimilar. I know that you are all creative beings.

One of my favorite books on creativity, and I don’t know if it’s been mentioned tonight because sadly I missed the first part, but it is a book called “bird by bird.” 

Oh, I didn’t mention it, but I love that book. 

By Anne Lamott. Are you the only one who’s read it? Has anybody else read this book? “bird by bird” It is one of only two books on creativity I would actually recommend. Otherwise, I would recommend you just go out and make stuff. 

In this book, she says, and I have carried this quote with me because I have been this way throughout... I mean, it must be... it’s, it’s my entire remembered life, it could be as young as 5 years old, a perfectionist. She says, “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor. It will keep you cramped and insane your entire life.” 

The voice of the oppressor. 

I think about that all the time. I do not want to be oppressed. No! Viva la revolución! You know, I don’t want that for myself. And so I have been internally oppressing myself. Most of what you see in these books, and that’s not all of them, right? And that’s only from 2009. Most of what you’ve seen in these books has not seen the light of day. 

[3 of 5] Full “Are you an artist, tho?” video & transcript on Substack

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